I was raised with the Canadian school strap across my bottom. My mom had been a teacher before starting her family and brought home the strap she had frequently employed on youngsters’ hands, to be subsequently put across her own children’s backsides.
My two sisters, my brother and I all started getting the strap at an early age, as young as six for me, and we were no strangers to a hard hand spanking in the years before that, either. For those unacquainted with this formidable implement, it was just over a foot long and made from the same material used for industrial conveyor belts. It was meant to hurt, and it damn well did!